Chapter 8 - Cleaners and Councilmembers

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"The stars are endless, but the mind is limited." - Loshan Ceremonial chant

"Counselors Tylux and Bast, welcome to my humble abode" Blue said, sketching a jest of a bow to the two, continuing, "I didn't take you two for the kind who enjoyed corpsework."

Tylux chuckled lightly but Bast was his usual stoic self as if carved from stone. Bast was an obese and balding human, wide at waist and neck with a small shiny head; his presence was made even more peculiar because despite his immense size, his voice was still several octaves lower than it ever should have been.

When Bast spoke, people listened.

Tylux was lean and tall, wiry and spry; he was a humanoid mixture, but nobody had been able to guess what heritage he had in him, not even Tylux himself. During the millions of cycles of The Migration, strange and forgotten races had met with humans and evolution had proceeded from there, hence the need for a Loreseeker's Guild, who were constantly hunting for forgotten knowledge.

"Mm.." Tylux drew out slowly, "Thought we'd like to see this one in person instead of receiving a report about it; especially an assassination attempt on the Loremaster and his personal assistant. Tsk...I don't see why you dont just come and live at the guildhouse like the rest of is."

Blue crossed his arms across his chest and blew a puff of air out of his mouth, his face showing that this very same conversation had occured many times before.

Facing a window that showed the megalopolis landscape, snakes of neon advertisement holograms floating through Star City's sky, adding to the luminescent gloom of the distilled moonlight. 

It all looked like a dream, Blue thought, cities shouldn't be this enchanting...this alluring, this beautiful. He looked to the street down below and saw different people's walking, floating on personal hovershoes, some of them even using these archaic wheeled mobiles...some people hated telecasters and would travel days instead of two seconds through one of the transporting modules.

"I love it out here." he finally said, turning back to the group with a rakish grin on his face; Tylux with the same scolding look on his as if the look itself was the chastisement of an unruly child. Blue had no clue of Tylux's age, though Bast was almost as old as Blue, past his five hundred and twelth cycle.

"Yes, of course you do, as you have said many times before." was the reply, and the Cleaners, minor scribes in the guild, began to do their work.

"You know.." said the deeper than deep voice of Bast, "Out of all the Loremasters over the cycles, none has garnered more attention than you, Loremaster Zek."

Blue acquiesced to that statement with a curt nod, "Still not moving to the guildhouse."

One of the reasons he did not move himself to the guildhouse was because he knew about some of the Council's indiscretions, and distrusted the five mightily, as well one in his position would be well to do. 

The cleaners were wearing pure white armor with a bulky hard pack strapped to their back. They carried an odd assortment of gear, and in a few minutes, they had cleaned the wall and rooms of blood, and were preserving the bodies in grav coffins to take them back to the guildhouse for more study.

But Tylux and Bast had come along on this menial thing; something was in the air.

To Nami, Blue said, "We have to go to Jubei's for more answers.

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